"Is this all?" Rufel sneered, appearing behind Magna. He raised a hand crackling with a massive bolt of lightning. "The end of your bond is here." "NO!" Asta screamed.
Rufel laughed, a sound like tearing metal. "This body is just a vessel. Your 'friend' is gone, human. There is only the light of the Elves now."
"We have to hit him with everything," Magna wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "Not to kill him... but to wake him up." Black Clover (TV) Episode 105
But it wasn't Luck. Not really. The manic grin was there, but the eyes were cold, glowing with an ancient, vengeful power. The Elf spirit Rufel had taken over, and the lightning crackling around him was no longer the playful spark of a teammate. It was lethal.
He didn't swing his sword. He threw himself forward, discarding his defensive stance, and tackled the lightning-clad figure. The electricity surged through Asta’s body, a thousand needles of agony, but he didn't let go. He grabbed Luck’s shoulders, staring straight into those cold, alien eyes. "Is this all
"Luck! Stop this!" Asta roared, his voice cracking. "We’re the Black Bulls! You’re one of us!"
Asta stood in the middle of a war zone, his black sword trembling in his hand. The sky above the Clover Kingdom was a bruised purple, torn apart by the mana of the reincarnated Elves. Around him, his friends were fighting for their lives, but his focus was pinned on a single figure standing atop a crumbling spire: Luck Voltia . Rufel laughed, a sound like tearing metal
In a flash of gold, Rufel descended. He moved faster than the eye could follow, a streak of jagged lightning that slammed into the ground where Asta had been standing a millisecond before. The shockwave sent rubble flying. Asta skidded back, his boots digging into the dirt. He felt the heat of the electricity charring the air.